I have a secret that I am about to confess to you all. I am broke. Ok, so those that know me know that's not really a secret. But I am. It's true. Broke as a joke. Couldn't be because of my shopping habit. Nope, I'm sure that's not it.
Anywhooo...after much thought I decided a few weeks ago that it was time for me to get a 2nd job. I called up my old boss Cindy that I worked for a hundred years ago and got a job lickity split at a clothing store. Now, this might not have been my smartest move. Because this particular clothing store is part of the reason that I'm broke in the first place. But I am strong. I am invincible. I will use this money for good (bills) and not for evil (darling burgundy, pink and black shirt with shiny buttons).
Tonight was my first night. I was pretty nervous because I haven't worked retail in a few years. And this store is pretty large and there are lots and lots of clothes. And because I'm still running to the bathroom every half hour or so. Damn Montezuma. He really did a number on me.
But despite my fears my first night went pretty well. I helped this really cute lady buy an outfit for her daughter's wedding. I felt really good during the sale because she kept saying how wonderful I was and that she had been really discouraged before she came in and now she's found something she loves.
And then I helped this other lady that was a little odd. She tried on 10 different jackets and didn't like the way any of them fit. I didn't have the heart to tell her that they were basically the exact same jacket except with different patterns and colors on them. She just really wanted that jacket. She ended up leaving empty handed but she told me that I was really nice and she asked if she could give me a hug. Um, ok, sure. I guess she didn't see my invisible "I don't hug crazy people" sign.
So the weird hugging incident aside, and the brief germ freak outs, I survived my first night.
And then I came home and had 2 cupcakes for dinner.